“Who do you want to get married to when you get married?”
When Han Mingcheng mentioned this, he laughed, “Xiao Zi, you are going to be a sister, and you will have a younger brother next year.”
“Is my mom pregnant?” Han Zi asked.
Han Mingcheng’s face turned cold, “Did you have no feelings for your mother anymore. I have been taking in her and raising her for so many years. You have been so kind and righteous. Don’t mess around anymore. You and your sister have grown up and can take care of your mother. Don’t make things difficult for your father here anymore. We will be a family in the future.”
“Dad, how could you be so polite to mom when you had nothing to do with you and gave birth to two daughters for you, but you are going to drive your mother away now.”
Han Mingcheng didn’t want to say anything to his daughter anymore, and ordered other bodyguards to “send out the guests.”
“Dad, you can’t treat mom like this, you’re too much.”
“Husband, don’t drive me away, you drive me away, where will I go?”
No matter how angry the two of them were, how they cried, or how they begged, it was useless.
The bodyguard drove the two of them out, took out the suitcases, and closed the door.
Sun Qian kept crying, “Han Mingcheng is really too cruel. There is a small person outside and he doesn’t even want to leave a place for me. Xiao Zi, mom will rely on it in the future.” “Mom, let’s go find my sister.” Han Zi said.
Han Qixixin changed the cat litter, fed the three kittens, changed the cat food, and squatted on the side and watched the three little cats.
Holding the script in my hand, memorizing lines all day long, my head feeling a little bulging.
The doorbell rang rapidly, and Han Qixi casually put the script on the coffee table and went to open the door.